TRASH HUSBAND TO TRILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND

Chapter five: Velvet Ember restaurant

Jackson nodded.

 "Yes, Master." 

"Go join them at the Hayes family house to follow the announcement," Benjamin said. "and tell me everything that happens there. Also I need compilation of my grandfather's inheritance."

Jackson nodded. "The documents will be handed over to me by the lawyer as soon as the inheritance is announced. I'll send the list of your new estates."

Benjamin nodded. 

A guard opened the door and he stepped down with Aria in front of Velvet Ember, one of the most expensive places in the city to enjoy time, a place where Benjamin couldn't afford in the past because one plate there would consume his six month salary.

The place wasn't overrated. It was the same jaw dropping decors he'd seen in Ads before. Polished surfaces, crystal chandeliers scattering lights over patrons in different designer clothes and staff members in crisp white uniforms moving through the space serving patrons and welcoming others with a practiced smile.

Cutleries clinked gently, conversation mingled in soft rhythm, waitresses and waites engaged in incoming clients with a professional respectful tone.

 Aria kept looking around the place with mouth wide because it was the first time stepping into such decadence.

 "Good morning, sir." A female attendant approached them with a practiced smile, bowing gently. "Welcome to Velvet Ember restaurant."

 "Thank yo—"

 The sound of shattering glass, or maybe it was bottle breaking echoed  across the hall, cutting him off mid-speech and making heads turn in the direction.

Benjamin's eyes narrowed to the direction.

 Adjacent to the payment counter, a woman who was hastily making her way through the hall had accidentally bumped into another patron who was absentmindedly scrolling over her phone. The bottle of expensive champagne she was carrying slipped from her and crashed against the marble with a sickening crack. Red liquid spilled in the air and pooled.

 "Oh my God!" Cassandra gasped in shock, staring at the ruin on the floor in panic. "I— I am so sorry." Her voice cracked out apology.

 The woman scrolling through her phone earlier, Margaret, unduly dressed in a crimson designer gown, gold studs glinting on her wrist and neck, looked at the damage on the floor, colour rushing to her eye in anger.

 "Are you blind! Are you crazy!!" She screamed. "Do you know how much that cost?!"

 The entire hall turned to the scene but none of them intervened. Staff attendants approached to settle things before it escalated but Margaret wasn't ready to let things slide easily.

 "Please calm down, madam." One employee said. "We can handle this maturely."

 "You're calling me childish now?" She spun to the staff with a sneer. "Do you know who I am? Where the hell is your boss? I'm going to get you fired from this job right now you mannerless piece of shit in white!"

 Employees who knew what crazy patrons could do stepped backward to their desk cautiously.

 Margaret turned to Cassandra angrily. "You're going to pay for this. $1000! That's how much it cost!"

 Cassandra gasped in shock. 

 "You can't pay?" Margaret's lips curled with disdain that suggested she was looking at a trash in a luxury room. 

She shook her head in disappointment, her voice carrying across louder. "Velvet Ember lacks standard now, huh?  How the heck do they allow poor people to patronize them disturbing the comfort of we the actual customers."

 Cassandra stood there, speechless at her outburst. 

 "You could have kept your phone, madam," she defended without arguing, "It's not entirely my fault."

Margaret shot a glare, her lips twisted in irritation.

 "Are you talking back now," she sneered. You aren't worthy. Pay up and get out of my face."

 Seeing the embarrassment and murmuring growing around her, Cassandra opened her bag to pay with her card. In the next second, her expression dropped as realization sank in. She couldn't find her card after looking through her bag. 

His heart missed a beat. This crazy woman won't let her go.

 "I'm not with my card....can you.." She stuttered.

Margaret laughter, snapping finger at Cassandra in baseless assumption.

"Who knows if she's not a thief," she laughed. "I'm getting you arrested. You'll spend the night in prison."

 Cassandra tensed.

 Benjamin's jaw clenched, already irritated at Margaret's circus. He approached the scene with Aria.

 "Let her go." He said calmly. "I'll pay for the champagne."